With Voyeuristic Intention

Chapter 10:

A Little Toy I Like to Play With

"Annette dear, are you feeling any better this morning?"

Kathryn watches in amusement as the blonde reacts to Aunt Helen's question with confusion. It doesn't take her long to remember the excuse she fed her the night before. Forcing a smile she replies, "Oh, um yes, much better."

Her gaze briefly flickers across the table to Kathryn before falling back to her scrambled eggs, her fork shoveling her food uninterestedly around her plate. Something was perplexing poor little Dorothy. Whatever could it be?

Wanting to draw her out of this sullen mood she greeted them with this morning, Kathryn remarks, "I hope our little walk helped." When Annette looks up and meets her stare with a blank expression she adds with a knowing smirk, "I know I certainly felt better afterwards."

A familiar little crease forms between her brows as her eyes narrow. She wasn't amused. Kathryn wonders what got her panties in a bunch. It certainly couldn't be her mild bit of innuendo. Before she can press further, Sebastian speaks up, "I'm curious, when you two were on your little stroll, you didn't happen to stumble on anyone running around in flagrante delicto?"

"What?" Annette gasps, breaking their stare.

"What do you mean Sebastian?" Aunt Helen asks.

"Well, I was talking to Horace the gardener and he mentioned seeing a couple of people down at the pool running around sans clothing. I can only assume it was one of the help. After all, who else could it be?" He smiles blandly, his gaze drifting between Kathryn and Annette, before turning back to his aunt. "I was thinking we could probably check the security cameras to find out who it was."

"No!" Annette squeaks at the same time Kathryn delivers a discreet, but sharp kick to her stepbrother's shin. He grimaces, bending forward slightly into his breakfast. Fucking idiot.

Always cool under pressure Kathryn remarks unbothered, "I don't think that's necessary, do you Aunt Helen? After all, there's no harm done, and I don't think it would be a good look to reprimand the help for some harmless fun."

"I quite agree with you," Aunt Helen remarks as she gets up from the table. "If you'll excuse me a moment, I'm going to see what's taking Cynthia so long with that fresh coffee."

Sebastian rolls his eyes that his little stunt didn't work and remarks to no one in particular, "Oh, come on. How does that look if we let them run around, doing whatever they like?"

"It looks like we're tolerant and not likely to suffer a lawsuit from a disgruntled employee who doesn't appreciate getting perved on by the bosses nephew. Besides," she leans in closer and drops her voice just low enough for him to hear, "You've done far worse things in that pool Sebastian. Last summer ring any bells?" She came back from a Whiney committee meeting to find her stepbrother and half the cheerleading squad naked in the pool in the midst of some kind of orgy. The staff had to drain and scrub the pool for a week to clean up after that.

Kathryn draws back slowly, holding his smoldering stare a beat before turning her attention back on Annette. "So, I was thinking of driving into the city today for the Goya exhibit then maybe shop for a new school bag. Care to join me?"

She opens her mouth to respond but Sebastian cuts her off. "She can't. We've got tickets to the theater this afternoon. I'd get you a ticket sis, but the show is sold out." A taunting grin flashes across his face as he adds, "Sorry."

Kathryn's contemplating stabbing her fork into his groin when Annette speaks up from across the table. "Actually Sebastian, I had a better idea. Your aunt mentioned that they were in need of volunteers down at the nursing home. I was thinking maybe we could do that this afternoon. All three of us. That way we can all hang out and no one gets excluded."

Volunteering at a nursing home? Yeah, she'd rather drive rusty nails into her eyeballs. Judging by the appalled look on his face, her stepbrother felt the same way. They exchange a brief knowing look before he turns back to Annette. "Um, that sounds great," he remarks sounding anything but sincere, "But unfortunately the tickets are non-refundable."

"Then consider it a donation," she says. "I mean we're eating off of gold-plated silverware." She taps her fork against the crystal stemware and laughs. "I think you can afford it."

Sebastian expression became crestfallen. If she wasn't in the same boat as him, she would have found it hysterical. Unfortunately, she's just as screwed as he was. Kathryn wracks her brain for a viable excuse. Hell, she could just tell her she didn't want to, after all Annette knew her Mary sunshine routine was bullshit. However, if she did that, she was essentially handing her over to Sebastian and she couldn't have that. No doubt the idiot would use the opportunity to 'bond' with her and then she was screwed. Not to mention this felt like some sort of dare issued by little Hargrove. Like she didn't expect her to go through with it. Fuck that. Smiling brightly, Kathryn says, "I couldn't agree more. When do we leave?"

Annette's face breaks into a grin that was just this side of smug. "Right after breakfast. So, what do you say Sebastian, are you going to join us or is it a girls only trip?"

Kathryn can feel Sebastian's eyes on her. When she turns to meet his stare, he's glaring at her like she just sold him out to the Nazi's. For a moment she thinks he might just refuse to come but then he turns to Annette with that phony charming grin of his and tells her, "Count me in."

"Great! This is going to be so much fun and so rewarding! I can't wait to—"

"Excuse me, Miss Hargrove?" Eloise, the downstairs maid interrupts, "You have a phone call."

"Oh, thanks." She stands and excuses herself. "I'll be right back."

As soon as Annette's out of earshot Sebastian snaps, "Well done sis. I know I wanted to spend my afternoon wiping spit off of drooling geriatrics."

Sipping her cappuccino calmly Kathryn drawls, "I didn't see anyone holding a gun to your head. You don't have to come along if you don't want to." Her face breaks into a calculating grin as she adds, "I'm sure Annette and I will get along just fine without you."

"I'm sure you would, but unfortunately you won't get a chance to find out. I'm coming." He rises up from his seat then pauses and adds with a cheeky grin, "I'd get used to hearing me say that if I were you."

She rolls her eyes. Immature moron.

"You couldn't just keep your nose out of it and let me have my afternoon with her, could you?" he sighs as he heads to the banquet to refill his mimosa.

"Well, I wouldn't be a very effective competitor if I did, now would I?"

"What, afraid I'll close the deal during the intermission? Not even I'm that good."

He's fishing but whatever. "Oh, dear brother, you underestimate your abilities. What about that incident with the Calloway girl at the MET last winter?"

He grins proudly as he comes around to her to her side of the table. "Ah, I nearly forgot, the lovely Francesca. Her climax was louder than the one on stage."

"Yes, I believe that was what got you caught. Was she really worth being banned from the opera for life?"

Sebastian stands behind her and begins to walk two fingers down the front of her low-cut top. "Oh, most definitely. She had a five carat pussy if memory serves and a thing for ass to mouth." His hand slips into her shirt and cups her tit as he leans in close and whispers in her ear, "I can't wait to see if you share the same proclivities, sis."

Kathryn half tilts her head to reply back, "Too bad you'll never get a chance to find out."

He merely smiles before giving her breast one final squeeze before slipping into the chair beside her. Shaking off the intense charge she's grown accustomed to that happens whenever they play, Kathryn coolly informs him, "Play whatever reindeer games you like Valmont, it won't change the fact that that girl wouldn't touch your dick if it gave out the cure to cancer."

Her stepbrother smiles faintly. "Well, it has been known to do some miraculous things. She'll find out soon enough."

"Not if you can't get her alone."

His eyes narrow and his mouth thins as he leans in and warns, "Don't get in my way or so help me Kathryn, I'll make our night together very unpleasant."

"Then you'll be more than meeting my expectations," she quips.

"I mean it, prepared to be bound and gagged."

She cocks a brow then leans in close to him. "Sounds intriguing, but I thought you would have known by now brother dearest, I prefer to be bound and stuffed."

He tries not to react, but they're so close he can't hide that sudden intake of breath or that twitch from his cock, half-hard and clearly visible in his tight dress slacks. She should consider it a victory she has this kind of effect on him and normally she would only, unfortunately she was finding herself just as affected as he was. Staring into his tense face and lust filled eyes, she's suddenly overcome by the urge to climb into his lap and fuck him into oblivion. This is not good.

Get your shit together Merteuil, she tells herself. Hargrove and Aunt Helen will be back any second and it won't do for them to walk in on you eye fucking your stepbrother.

When she feels Sebastian slip a hand between her legs she nearly moans from relief before catching herself. She grabs his wrist and squeezes. "Enough," she orders tersely.

A wryly amused look clouds his face as he challenges, "You sure?"

"Don't test me, Sebastian." She shoves his hand away, but her thighs shake at the effort.

"I think—"

Before he can get out whatever sentiment he's about to espouse, Annette returns, with Aunt Helen following behind her. Kathryn sits up right in her seat, turning her attention on the blonde whose face is pinched in concern. "Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, um, that was my parent's friend Mrs. Michalak. I forgot I made plans to have lunch with her this afternoon. I'd cancel but she's leaving town tomorrow and I promised my parents I'd visit with her." She sighs, "It looks like we're going to have to postpone volunteering."

Thank fuck.

Suppressing her smile as best she can, Kathryn replies with phony sincerity, "Oh, that's too bad. Maybe we can do it another time." Like a week from never.

Annette nods in agreement, then her eyes suddenly light up. "Or why don't you two go without me. I'm sure St. Amelia's would be grateful for any support they can get and this way I won't feel guilty going to my lunch because I know you guys are there helping out. What do you say?"

I say no fucking way. This bitch is out of her mind if she thinks she's going to spend an afternoon volunteering with a bunch of smelly old people and get nothing out of it in return. Kathryn would tell her as much if it wasn't for Aunt Helen standing right beside her, practically shitting herself with happiness at the idea.

Kathryn glances at her stepbrother hoping he'll have an excuse out of this, but the fucker looks just as panicked as she does. "Um, we'd love to but—"

"Oh, I think this is an excellent idea!" Helen chirps coming around to their side of the table. "And perhaps I'll join you. It's been ages since we've spent an afternoon together. What do you say kids?"

Once again Kathryn's eyes fall to Sebastian. His expression was one of crestfallen defeat. She would have laughed if she wasn't in the exact same boat as him. God fuck her life. Caught between Aunt Helen's nagging insistence and Annette's annoying perkiness, she has no choice but to agree. "Sure," she finally says, with forced enthusiasm. "Sounds great."

Sebastian just shakes his head at her before his face breaks into a too tight smile. "Yeah, can't wait."

Aunt Helen bends down and embraces them both in a too tight hug, choking them with her liberally applied Chanel. "We are going to have so much fun together!"

As the old bitch squeezes and smothers them and Kathryn quietly dies in despair, she can't help but notice the expression on little Dorothy's face. She isn't just pleased. She is smug.

Mother fucker. The little bitch set them up.

Annette watches the town car disappear down the long drive with a satisfied grin. Despite the fact that they could no longer see her, she waves and allows herself a laugh. Perhaps it was unfair to sic a couple of spoiled amoral brats like Merteuil and Valmont on the good people of St. Amelia's, but it's for the greater good. It was time the gruesome twosome learned a little humility. And well, if volunteering their afternoon to sit with the elderly and sick didn't do it, perhaps cleaning out bedpans would. Good thing Annette had called ahead to ask Sister Beatrice to personally see to it that the stepsiblings get assigned to the bed ridden wing.

Enjoy bed pan duty assholes.

Grinning in satisfaction, Annette turns to the driver Jimmy who is patiently waiting by the town car. "On second thought Jimmy, I don't believe I will be going to the city after all."

"Very well miss."

Of course, she never had any intentions of leaving in the first place. It was all a rouse to get the stepsiblings out of the house. To be honest, torturing them with volunteer work was just a bonus. Her real motive was to get access to Kathryn's bedroom so she could search for dirt.

After hearing about their disgusting little bet, Annette is determined to bring the pair down. As tempted as she is to confront them about their misdeeds she realizes as momentarily satisfying as it might be it wouldn't change anything. Instead, she decides they need to be taught a lesson. You can't just go around toying with people's bodies and hearts for your own amusement without consequences. Annette is more than happy to be the one to teach them that lesson.

Realizing she needs some kind of ammunition against them, she figures her best bet was likely lurking in Kathryn's bedroom. Princess Merteuil likes to keep tight reigns on who enters her private sanctuary and as far as Annette can tell the only ones allowed in are that private maid of hers (who has gone back to the city for the afternoon) and the maid she was fucking the night before. It all leaves Annette to conclude that she must be hiding something.

Annette slips into the bedroom, half expecting to trip some unseen alarm. Her paranoia is unwarranted. The room is empty, silent expect for the gentle hum of the gardener's weedwhacker drifting through the open window. As she steps further inside her gaze takes in the lavish furnishings. It's a far more decadent room than her own guest bedroom, bigger too. The walls are dark blue with crème antique molding, that under the glistening chandelier appears to gleam gold. On one side of the room was a fireplace with a large, gold edged mirror hanging above it, on the other was a huge four poster bed with an elaborate canape made of thick luxurious fabric in deep velvety blues. Annette thought her room was beautiful, but it looked like servant's quarters compared to this.

Forget the room Hargrove, she reminds herself, find the dirt.

Remembering her mission, Annette begins to search. Unfortunately, a quick search through her vanity, bathroom, bedside table and bookshelves come up short. Not even so much as a cigarette.

A rising feeling of discouragement fills her chest as she begins throwing open the drawers of the mahogany desk only to find them virtually empty. God, had this stupid plan been a complete waste of time? Was she really delusional enough to believe Kathryn would leave her secrets laying around in the open? She's just about to give up when she looks up in the mirror and something catches her eye. It's a large leather trunk, nestled in the corner of the room. Annette snatches the gold letter opener idling on the desk.

Thanks to a summer spent with her rowdy, hillbilly cousins, Annette acquired two talents. One was how to hit a target from 30 meters and the other was how to jimmy open a lock. Truth be told neither skill really ever came in handy seeing as she didn't like hunting and she wasn't a criminal. However, it looks like she finally found a use for her hidden talents after all. In under a minute, Annette manages to pry open the lock on Kathryn's trunk, with minimum fuss. She throws it open, expecting to find any manor of illicit contraband only for her face and hopes to crumble in disappointment.

It's only beauty products. A hair dryer, some kind of diffuser some random bottles. What the fuck? Why would she lock this up? Thinking this another dead end, she half-heartedly lifts the top lid anticipating more of the same, only to hit pay dirt.

Like, literally.

It's some kind of porn chest. In all honesty Annette doesn't actually know what half the stuff is, but she recognizes enough to know Kathryn perversions go a lot deeper than she imagined. There is the oddly lifelike silicone dildo attached to a leather harness, that she knows is a strap on. There are vibrators, so many different vibrators. God, why would you need more than one? Annette didn't know there was so many varieties. There's a large one that looks like her Aunt Milly's neck massager, there is a small one no bigger than her pinky. She picks one up that looks like a wand only for it to immediately start buzzing. Annette let's out a startled shriek and drops it.

"Calm down idiot," she mutters to herself before picking it back up again. She turns it off then on. Experimentally, she presses it against her palm. It's oddly pleasant. Annette imagines how it would feel against another more sensitive part of her body and a warm heat gathers in her belly. Fuck. She isn't about to go there. Still, she leaves the vibrator beside the trunk and continues to explore.

There are two sets of handcuffs, various lotions, lubes and a bottle of something called sweet spot. Most of the stuff she was completely clueless on, like the oddly shaped metal cone with a jewel on one end and a string of metal beads. There were even weirder things, like two wigs (one long and blonde the other short and back), a Venetian mask, some twine, a portable tripod and a small leather book filled with names with some kind of codes next to them. This couldn't be a list of her lovers, could it? Perhaps she should make a copy of it. Before she could consider the idea too closely, something falls out of the book. It's a polaroid. Annette picks it up and gasps. It's Kathryn, completely naked, handcuffed to a bed, with one of the toys stuffed in her cunt. Her eyes widen at the depraved image. Annette stares at it hypnotized before setting it aside along with the toy.

As she continues to rummage, her mind reeling with questions of the photo (Who took it? Why did she have it? Why was she tied up?) Annette absently picks up another toy. This one an L shaped, made of hard black silicone, with an oddly shaped end.

"It's a prostate massager."

Annette jumps up with a start, staring bewildered at the woman in front of her. It's Vivian, the maid from last night. She's leaning unbothered against the doorframe of the closet. Her pretty pout twists into a bemused smirk as she explains, "You stick it in the guy's ass, pop the switch, and he's guaranteed to get off in minutes or seconds if his stamina isn't up to snuff."

She looks down at the toy in her hand and quickly drops it, like it bit her. Oh god. Staring at the open trunk filled with sex toys, Annette's cheeks heat in embarrassment. "Um, this, uh, this isn't what it looks like."

"No?" Vivian struts over to the trunk and leans over it, peering inside. "She's quite the kinky sex freak for a Manhattan debutante, huh?"

If it's possible Annette's cheeks get even hotter. "I-I was just looking for something."

The maid bends down and retrieves the little balls on a string. "Anal beads?"

"No!" she replied quickly before adding as an afterthought. "Ew."

She rolls her eyes as she straightens up. "Relax, I could care less what you're up to."

Annette watches confused as she disappears back into the closet. Trying to regain her footing she follows after her demanding, "What are you doing in here?"

Vivian is perusing the long rack of color coordinated clothes. The walk-in closet was filled with more clothes than Annette owned in her entire lifetime. Kathryn must have a friggin warehouse worth of clothes back in the city. Unbothered by Annette's haughty demand, the maid simply replies, "Shopping."

"And Kathryn doesn't care that you pilfer her things when she's gone?"

"Let's just say, me and Ms. Kathryn have an understanding." Vivian then removes the emerald green dress she was wearing that Annette just realized was one of Kathryn's leaving her in only her skimpy bra and panties.

Annette quickly averts her gaze. "W-What kind of understanding?"

"I can take what I like from her, within reason, and in exchange I keep my mouth shut about some of her nastier proclivities."

"Such as?"

She slips her black uniform over her head and when she emerges, she's smiling ruefully at her. "Nice try, but I'm no rat."

It hasn't occurred to Annette until now that Vivian might be a source of untapped information. After all she clearly is well acquainted with both stepsiblings. She has to be itching for some payback. Maybe they could team up. Suddenly excited, Annette steps further into the room. "Oh, come on," she presses, "You must have tons of dirt on them."

She stares at her a beat then smiles blandly. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just a lowly maid."

"Bullshit," Annette sputters. "I saw you with them last night. I saw how they treated you, like you were nothing more than their personal sex doll. It's wrong. Their aunt in your employer. They know you can't say no to them without fear of loosing your job. If they're forcing you into keeping quiet that's—"

Her rant is interrupted when Vivien starts laughing. "Wow, you really don't have a clue, do you? Why would you think I'd have a problem with them?"

"Um, because they're using you."

Vivian steps closer and cups her cheek, "Aw baby, no, I'm using them. All the free shit I want, plenty of orgasms and I get out of my boring ass job? It's awesome. I haven't had to wash a single window since those two assholes arrived."

Annette swats her hand away irritably. "You're telling me you enjoy being their sexual plaything?"

"Uh, yeah," she replies like she's completely dense. "You should give it a shot."

"No thank you," she huffs primly.

Vivien gather's up her stolen items then pauses briefly on her way out of the closet to give her a once over and declare, "I really don't know what all the fuss is about."

"What are you talking about?"

She levels a look at her. "You do know about their little wager, don't you? I mean, I assume that's what all this 'bringing them down' crap is about, right?"

"Yes"

"Well word of advice, stay in your lane. You seem like a sweet kid, but that crazy bitch plays in a whole other league. You try to go up against her, she'll eat you alive."

"I'm not afraid of her," Annette replies defiantly.

"Your funeral," she shrugs before walking out of the closet. "I'm just saying it would be a hell of a lot easier and a lot more fun, just to fuck them and get it over with." Pausing she looks pointedly at the still open sex trunk and adds, "I mean you're clearly curious."

Blushing Annette insists, "I'm not like that."

Vivian smiles knowingly and tells her, "A summer with them and you will be."

With that, she turns and heads for the door. Annette watches until she has a sudden realization. "Wait! You won't tell them about this, will you?"

The maid pauses then swings around. She considers her a moment before saying, "Tell them what?" Turning back to Kathryn's vanity she swipes a couple of pieces of jewelry. "Lucky for you, I believe in a level playing field."

"Thank you"

Vivien gives an exaggerated curtsey as she purrs contritely, "Good afternoon miss."

With that she makes her exit, closing the door behind her. "That was weird," Annette announces to the empty room. She dearly hopes the maid keeps her word.

Suddenly feeling unmoored and not nearly as confident as she was before entering the bedroom, Annette wanders back into the closet, absently running her hands over the expensive designer fabric of Kathryn's extensive wardrobe, as her conversation with Vivien replays in her head. Was she right, was it stupid and suicidal to go up against Kathryn?

Hargrove, you've never run away from anything in your life, she tells herself. You're not going to start now.

Just as her resolve is starting to strengthen, she finds herself standing in front of Kathryn's collection of negligees. Some of them are more modest, most are not. Everything is made of delicate lace, silks and satins, in a wide variety of colors. Annette knows she shouldn't but her curiosity, as always, gets the better of her. She becomes entranced with one particular piece. It's a baby doll nightie, pale pink, completely see through. Almost as if possessed by someone else, Annette picks it up and standing in front of the three-way mirror, holds it up to herself. She imagines the fabric pressed against her flushed skin. Imagines how it would feel against her pebbled nipples and grazing her bare thigh.

And then suddenly she doesn't have to imagine it. Because she's wearing it.

Annette doesn't know how it happens. One minutes she's standing there in her jeans and sensible button-down shirt and the next she's wearing Kathryn's nightie, sans underwear. Watching herself in the mirror, Annette is transfixed. She's beautiful, the light color of the fabric is a perfect complement to her pale complexion. Her nipples, poke provocatively against the fabric, begging for attention. The nightie is so short, barely clearing her cunt, it makes her legs look long in comparison. Annette is stunned to realize she's actually turned on looking at herself.

This is too weird.

She knows she should just get back in her clothes and forget this ever happened, but instead she has a better idea. Or at least a naughtier and definitely stupider one. Leaving the closet, she goes over to the trunk and retrieves the items she left on the floor before making her way to Kathryn's bed. She spreads herself out, making herself comfortable against the satin duvet that smells faintly of Kathryn's perfume. Part of her can't believe she's even entertaining the idea of doing this, the other half is so eager for an orgasm she's about to burst. The latter, stupider half wins out.

Turning the vibrator on, Annette brushes it against her skin then twitches. Slowly she drags it down between her thighs, then experimentally presses it against her slit. Immediately her hips jump into the air. "Holy crap!" she gasps, pulling the toy away. Too intense, way too intense. With shaking hands, she examines the toy until she realizes it actually has different speeds. Turning in on the lowest one she tries again. This time the gentle vibrate is much more manageable as she rubs it tentatively against her slit. Annette arches against the mattress, her thighs shaking from the effort to hold off her orgasm which is somehow already approaching. It never happens this fast. She rubs the toy against her swollen clit, once, twice, and…

"Oh god!" she gasps loudly before stifling her mouth against the pillow as she squirms away from the toy. Annette lays there, panting into the quiet, waiting for the guilt to settle in, but it never comes. Instead, she finds she's inexplicably still turned on. Huh.

Retrieving the toy, she rolls onto her back once again, she sets her feet flat on the bed, knees spread wide apart. The cool air on her overheated and still wet pussy makes her shiver. This time she takes her time, rubbing the vibrator over her chest, against her puckered nipples until she's squirming with need. Slowly she drags the toy down, taking a delight in delaying the inevitable, getting herself worked up. Her skin pebbles in anticipation as she drags it across her thigh before edging closer to her cunt. She doesn't go for her clit right away like last time, instead she drags it over her slit before resting it gently against her uncharted hole. When her cunt clenches with need, she briefly considers pressing it inside herself before deciding against it.

You're not losing your virginity to a toy, idiot.

As she gently rubs it against herself, avoiding pressing it where she wants it most, her gaze falls to the other item she brought along with her. Kathryn's picture. Staring at it, drinking in the hungry look on the other girls face and her beautiful body on display, Annette's hips begin to work harder against the toy, her gentle breathing becoming more labored. Suddenly, she imagines what it would be like to be restrained like that, helpless at someone else's mercy at her most vulnerable. She fantasizes someone running the vibrator against her splayed, wet cunt. Much to her own annoyance that person turns out to be Kathryn.

Standing over her, fully dressed and wearing a sardonic smirk, the brunette presses the toy against her hungry clit then inquires almost bored like, "Are you enjoying this?"

"Y-Yes," Annette gasps, squirming against the toy.

"What about now?" She turns the vibrator up a notch and the sensations become more intense.

"Oh yes!" she gasps.

"Hmm. That's my good girl."

Suddenly Sebastian comes up behind her. He's naked but dripping wet like he just came from the shower. His cock is hard and a bright angry red, just like it was that afternoon with Greg. He presses himself against his stepsister, wrapping an arm around her as he nuzzles her neck. "How is she?" he asks.

"Almost ready." Kathryn reaches back and tugs on his hard penis. "But I think she still needs a bit of warming up. Shall I do the honors?"

"By all means."

Smiling wolfishly, the brunette drops the toy and crawls between Annette's open legs while Sebastian lays down beside her. He runs a hand from her stomach up to her breasts where he begins to mold and squeeze them in his hand. "Sis, don't you have a nightie just like this?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. I think someone borrowed it without permission."

Sebastian grins as he tugs at her nipple, "You naughty little bitch. You're going to pay for that."

"W-what are you going to do?"

Kathryn's grin widens as she wets her lips and purrs, "You'll see." She presses her searing tongue against Annette's thigh and slowly drags it down, down, down…

"Oh fuck!" she calls out as her fantasy falls away and suddenly, she's bucking hard against the toy, her thighs clenched tightly together. Annette's body shudders in orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through her until finally she collapses in a boneless, exhausted mess. Still clutching the vibrator, she turns it off then examines it with newly formed affection. Yeah, there was no way in hell she was giving this back.

She can feel sleep threatening to take hold of her, when suddenly she hears it. Two very familiar voices out in the hallway. Kathryn and Sebastian and this time she definitely wasn't fantasizing. They were right outside the room. Annette leaps off the bed and stares at the bedroom door in horror.

Fuck!

"When I get my hands on that virginal hayseed, she's fucking dead."

Kathryn is just about as pissed as Sebastian ever remembers seeing her, which, given their history is saying something. She's angrier than when she lost student body president Sophomore year. More furious than when she found out one of her minions got pre-accepted to Yale over her. And even more livid then when she found out he fucked her cousin Cassidy. Normally Sebastian would have found her anger kind of hot, however having been subjected to her ranting and raving for the better part of an hour, he's most definitely over it. After the afternoon he's had he just wants to decompress.

No such luck.

As she continues to rant, Sebastian turns to head to his own bedroom, only for her to demand, "Where the hell are you going?"

"I need a shower. Several of them."

"Tough shit." Grabbing his arm, she tugs him through the door of her bedroom declaring, "We need to strategize."

Reluctantly he trudges after her, whining, "Come on Kathryn."

"I had to wipe vomit off those disgusting dementia laden geriatrics. Someone's going to pay"

"I'm aware. I was there." Tugging irritably at his tie he collapses on her bed grumbling, "Better than wiping up their shit."

"Ugh, god. Remind me to have the dignity to die young and hot."

"Noted"

As Kathryn continued rant about the indignities of old age, Sebastian considers the events of the afternoon. Just as he predicted, their trip to the nursing home was a complete shit show. Literally. The whole place reeked of shit and decay. He had hoped he'd get away with playing a couple of boring games of backgammon before skipping out early. What he hadn't counted on was them getting saddled with some Nurse Rachet wannabe, who had a hard-on for torturing the privileged and fabulous. Despite their protests she stuck the stepsiblings in the bedridden ward, making them perform the same menial tasks as a minimum wage hospital orderly. When she demanded he help her remove some old broad's catheter, Sebastian finally reached his limit. Clearly drastic action was called for.

So, he started a small fire.

Of course, Kathryn isn't appreciated of his efforts.

"And thanks to your juvenile foray into arson," she snipes, now pacing back and forth in front of the four-poster bed, "I now have to worry about us being associated with this clusterfuck."

Sebastian rolls onto his side to look at her. "Need I remind you, my little stunt kept you off bed pan duty, darling. Besides, the medic seemed to think everyone was okay…aside from that one lady, who I'm pretty sure had one foot in the grave already. Whatever. It will barely make the local five o'clock news."

Kathryn rolls her eyes upwards, shaking her head. "I cannot believe we're being outmaneuvered by some goody-goody farm girl who's never had a dick inside her."

He smiles faintly. "Yes, it's kind of intriguing, isn't it?"

"No," she snaps. "It's annoying. She did this on purpose you do realize that don't you?"

"I sincerely doubt it. She's not like us."

"She's a lot more like us than either of you want to admit. I wonder if she knows about the bet?"

"Not a chance," he scoffs, flopping on his back. Reaching into his coat pocket he pulls out his cigs and pops one between his lips. "If she did, she'd be half-way back to the sticks by now."

Kathryn groans, sinking down beside him on the bed. "We need to take care of her once and for all. I mean in Sebastian. She has to go."

"Yes, yes," he sighs, flicking his ashes away, already bored by the ensuing conversation. "I'm aware, the question is do you have an actual plan outside of empty threats and psychotic ravings?"

She's silent for a beat, considering. "Our little wager is the key to her undoing. Which ever one of us wins, we have to make sure we get video proof. We leak that and she's dead in the water. Mommy and daddy see how their sweet angel has been corrupted, they'll ship her on the first plane back to Kansas."

Sebastian quirks a brow. "Aren't you concerned about your own reputation being damaged in the process. I imagine an amateur porno of the student body president finger banging the poster girl for teenage abstinence will be frowned on by the ladies who lunch."

A mysterious little grin crosses his stepsister's face as she lays down beside him and replies airily, "Oh, I have a way around that."

He hasn't a clue to what she is referring to and he is probably better off not knowing. "Well in that case, perhaps, we should revisit an idea you brought up last night."

Kathryn removes the cigarette from his mouth and takes a drag. "Refresh my memory, which idea was that?"

He can't tell if she's being willfully obtuse or if she honestly doesn't remember. Either way he reminds her, "Your suggestion that we take her on together, of course."

Her gaze noticeably darkens. "Oh. That suggestion."

"Yes, a most intriguing idea." Sebastian runs a finger down the curve of her body, before settling his hand on her ass. "Thoughts?"

Holding his stare, she replies in a measured tone, "Well it would certainly save time. Not to mention, there's something to be said for teamwork."

They share a knowing grin before Sebastian leans in and nuzzles his nose against her collarbone. She smells incredible. A delicate scent of perfume mixed with the gentle musk of Kathryn. He wants to lick her all over but he settles for a kiss. His stepsister sighs, her fingers thread through his hair as he kisses his way down to the cleavage tastefully spilling out of her dress. "You could warm her up," he murmurs, "With your hands and mouth, get her all relaxed…" Kathryn groans, as he nuzzles his face against her cleavage while palming her right breast. "Then you can show her how to take a cock like a big girl."

"Anyone's cock in particular?"

Still gripping her hip, he presses her against his burgeoning hard-on and grunts, "I have a few ideas…"

She laughs, her body shuddering in little waves. "Well, that does sound intriguing, however…I'm going to have to pass." Kathryn jerks his head back so he's looking into her taunting smirk. "Silly rabbit, you actually think I would agree to a threesome with you and that wet rag? God you're a chump."

Laughing she releases him and sits up abruptly. Now normally Sebastian would have just let her bullshit go, it was hardly the first time she's toyed with him in such a way. However, after the afternoon he's had he's in no fucking mood for it. For once Sebastian let's his frustration get the better of him.

Bolting upright, he jerks her back down onto the bed and rolls on top of her. Before she can start flailing, he, grabs her wrists and pins her down. He half expects her to start screeching so he's rather surprised when instead she just quietly demands, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I've just about had it with your cock tease antics."

"Cock tease antics? What are you a varsity jock all of a sudden? Let me up asshole."

"I don't think so. The game is growing tired sis. I'm sick of this foreplay shit."

"Then win the bet and you'll get your reward," she says. "It's that simple."

Nothing is ever simple with her. "Come on Kathryn, aren't you bored with it already? This push and pull, never being fully satisfied." He presses his thigh between her legs and rolls his hips. Her gaze momentarily widens as a soft grunt pulls from her throat. "I know it's not just me. Remember that day on the couch? I could have taken you right then if I wanted to. I could have made it so good for you. We would have broken that fucking sofa in half."

She's panting now, little puffs of air releasing from her parted lips. Her pupils blow wide when he rolls his hips once more. "Why didn't you?"

He's genuinely caught off guard by the question. They both know he would never take things that far. Not that he has any real moral hang ups about it, but because there was no real victory in taking her against her will. She had to want it as bad as he did. "You know the answer to that," he tells her. She's in charge of this thing between them, always has been. Maybe it was time he took the reins.

"Did you touch yourself after I left?"

She blinks up at him in surprise before admitting, "Y-yes."

He nods, then bends his head to nudge his nose against that sensitive spot on her neck. "And did you think of me?"

"Yeah," she breathes, whimpering when he rolls his hips harder, more deliberate.

Sebastian pulls back, meets her stare. "Then what are we doing?" he whispers. "What's even the point anymore? Let's put an end to this bullshit already." He leans in slowly then to kiss her only to have her turn her cheek. He groans.

"Let me up," she says softly before turning her head. She blinks up at him slowly. "Let me up and I'll give you what we both want."

Sebastian considers her a moment. He knows she's likely full of shit, but really, what alternative did he have? He couldn't very well hold her pinned down for the rest of the night. Reluctantly he releases her, rolling to his side to let her up. Slowly she sits up, holding his stare as she does. He half expects her to start wailing on him, screeching like a banshee or at the very least demand he leave. He's rather taken aback when instead she gets up and pulls her dress over her head. Sebastian's brow rises in surprise as he drinks in her white push up bra and matching lace panties. It was all so deceptively innocent.

"You look surprised," she remarks, climbing back on the bed, straddling him.

Sebastian rests his hands on her waist as she settles herself on top of his groin. "You can say that."

Kathryn smiles wryly as she removes the gold pennant neckless from around her neck Sebastian had never noticed before. It was a thin tube, about three inches long. She twists the bottom of it and a gentle hum fills the air. He lets out a soft laugh. Of course, that horny bitch wears a vibrator as jewelry. Eyeing her toy he asks, "And what's that for?"

Her lips quirk up in a smirk as she explains, "Oh, it just a little toy I like to play with." Her smile becomes more sinister. "Kind of like you brother dear."

He starts to sit up, "Well look, if you need help—"

Sebastian's cut off when Kathryn abruptly grabs him by the neck and pins him down. "No thanks, I got it from here."

And there it is. The other shoe dropping. Fuck.

"Let's get one thing straight," she tells him suddenly all business as she coolly chokes him. "You never have and never will hold any power over me. If you ever try to exert yourself over me again brother dearest, I'll make it so you can't fuck anything…ever…again. Understand? Nod if you understand."

Sebastian gives a brisk irritated nod. Kathryn smiles as she slowly drags the toy across her chest, pausing momentarily to dip it into her bra before dragging it lower to rub it against her panty covered mound. A whimper escapes from her throat as she beings to work her hips in little circles. "That's my good boy," she breathes.

"You're psychotic," he chokes out against her strangle hold. "I hope you know that."

She lets her manicure dig a little more into the tender flesh of his neck and she flashes a grin, "I'm aware. It still makes you hard though, doesn't it?"

They are both well aware his dick could break through glass right about now. Groaning, as he feels her grind against his poor neglected hard-on he growls, "I fucking hate you."

She merely laughs.

The fucked up thing about this whole situation is they both know he could easily over power her if he wanted. However, why would he when he has a front row seat to watch her get herself off? He may be a masochist, but he's not an idiot.

"Poor Sebastian," she taunts, working her hips harder. There's a very visible wet stain in the front of her panties and she's making a complete mess out of his Italian slacks, dripping all over him as she is. "You've never had to work for a goddamn thing in your life—money, sex, power. It all just falls in your lap, doesn't it? You think you don't have to work for me, but your wrong brother dear. You know why I didn't fuck you on that couch, hmm? Because you didn't earn it." Kathryn slips her little toy inside her panties and lets out a throaty moan. "You want inside Valmont? You want the pleasure of getting me off? Prove to me that you deserve it. Acting like a whiny, entitled schoolboy isn't cutting it."

Irritated by her high handedness, he struggles against her only for her to tighten her grip. She laughs, removing the toy from her cunt, now coated in her juices. Pressing it against his lips she taunts, "Want a taste?"

Ignoring his fury and his pride screaming at him to tell her to get bent, Sebastian instead hungrily sucks on that metal toy like it's his last fucking meal. It tastes faintly of metal but with the distinct flavor of Kathryn—salty, tangy, the most mouth watering ambrosia. "That's it lick it up," she purrs.

When she tugs it back he groans in despair. Kathryn grins and resumes getting herself off. "Earn me Sebastian, show me what a truly ruthless mother fucker you can be and I'll give you what you want. What we both want."

She tosses her head back and begins working her hips in earnest. Sebastian momentarily flirts with the idea of grabbing her by the hips and dragging her up to sit on his face. She's so turned on right now she might not even fight him. Or she'll smother him to death with her cunt out of spite.

There are worse ways to go he supposes.

Before he can contemplate this any further, Kathryn is coming apart on top of him. A high pitched moan works it's way out of her throat as her body shudders in orgasm. The hand gripping his throat tightens, threatening to actually strangle him. It says something that Sebastian barely notices, as he's too enraptured by the sight in front of him.

"Oh god," Kathryn sighs, coming back to herself. Her grip on his neck loosens. "Fuck, that was good."

Breaking out of the trance he seems to have found himself in, Sebastian finally snaps to attention. Using her momentary distraction to his advantage, he jerks himself free from her hold and bolts upright announcing, "Alright, playtimes over with."

Grabbing two handfuls of her ass, he has every intention of rolling her over and returning the favor. He decides he's going to jerk off on top of her and see how she likes it. However, before he can maneuver her into position, his stepsister wraps her legs around his waist and locks them in place. Sebastian tries to move only to find he can't. "What the fuck?" he sputters in disbelief. "How are you this strong?"

"Pilates." She tightens her hold, sitting up further on his laps. "Patrick's been helping me with my core strength."

"Jesus." It's painful but oddly arousing. "Remind me to find Patrick and hit him with my car."

"Just think Valmont, if I can squeeze you this hard with my thighs, imagine what I can do with my—"

Suddenly she's cut off by the sound of a loud thump. They pause, their heads swiveling in the direction of the closet on the other side of the room. "What was that?" Kathryn demands.

"I don't think we're alone."